Short Story: Enough
Sometimes you win. Sometimes you learn.
I entered the NYC Midnight Short Story contest this year, and while I didn’t move forward, I received some solid feedback! So I thought I’d share the story with you! Enjoy!
A swathe of light cut through the darkness accompanied by the raucous uproar of the drunken crowd. A silhouette cut through the saloon’s doorway, and a body spilled out with awkward steps and whispered moans. He fell off the edge of the boardwalk and lifted his head up as I walked up, pearl buttoned boots making soft noises in the dirt.
“All done for the night?” I bent down in my corset, curls falling from my updo. “Or you got time for one more tussle?” I held out one hand.
Shiny eyes swam in alcohol as his gaze slid up my small but curvy frame. He reached for me but missed, hand sweeping through the air. I didn’t need him to touch me. His energy wafted like the town bakery, and it pulled at me low and hard.
I inhaled deep, and he shifted toward me with a drawn-out moan. His want fed me like breakfast rolls, but his need drifted across my senses like chocolate cake. I exhaled slowly as I righted myself, reveling in the sensation tingling my skin.
“Let him go.”
I whipped my head to the right. “Why should I?”
From the shadows, a tall man in a cowboy hat and a duster took two steps toward me. The spurs on his boots clicked, metallic tones in the dust. “Let him go.”
I closed my eyes. A happy noise slipped off my tongue. Yummy. I flicked a hand, and the other man fell into an unconscious heap. If he’d been cake, this new guy was a dessert smorgasbord. I smoothed my hands down the corset, over the ruffles of my bloomers until the metal stocking clips bit into my palms. I stalked toward him. “What do I get?”
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